His long, beautiful fingers ran over the cushion in quiet discomfort. His sunshade was still firmly in place.
"It's neat, boss. I've checked it," Dickson, his personal handyman, assured him.
Raymond gave a slight nod while chewing his bubble gum, the soft clicking sound filling the room, a sound Dickson secretly despised.
"Boss," He called gently, noticing how Raymond's hidden gaze seemed to sweep across the atmosphere.
Raymond returned his attention to the cushion. He blew a bubble and finally sat down, crossing his legs.
He wore red tousled pants and a black shirt with two buttons left open, revealing a chest that wasn't perfectly smooth, thanks to the light, sexy trail of hair resting there.
He placed his fist against his jaw, supporting his head. Though he chewed his gum lazily, his signature expression remained calm, lazy, and dangerously sexy.
His skin was beautifully tanned with a smooth milky glow. His messy curls fell over his face, brushing against his sunshade. As always, he had no intention of taking it off.
"What pie am I having tonight?" His deep voice carried a cocky undertone. To an outsider, pie might sound like a snack but it wasn't.
Dickson quickly flipped through his tablet.
"Sara," he replied, maintaining his usual unreadable expression.
Raymond sighed lazily. "She's boring now And her boobs are getting smaller by the day."
"Then Lovett?" Dickson suggested.
A faint frown touched Raymond's forehead.
"She doesn't drip anymore. It's stacked," he muttered with clear disinterest.
Dickson nodded and scrolled again.
"You can have her if you want," Raymond offered, blowing another bubble.
"I'm a virgin, boss," Dickson replied calmly, rejecting the dripping offer as always.
Raymond nodded. That was Dickson for you. Being a virgin was his daily anthem whenever a woman was offered to him.
"The last name on the list is Naomi," Dickson concluded.
Raymond rubbed his temple. "Her backside isn't as big as before,Get me new pies."
"Check this one out, boss," Dickson said, handing over the tablet. He already knew Raymond would reject the others. After only two months, he had grown tired of them.
He changed women every one or two months.
Now he wanted new ones.
Raymond took the tablet and lazily studied the picture. His chin lifted slightly, and a slow grin stretched across his red, full lips.
"This is perfect for tonight. You've got good eyes for curves, Dicky. Why are you still a virgin?" He handed the tablet back.
"Her name is Michelle," Dickson said, ignoring the tease.
"Have Doctor Jazz check her. If she's clean, I want her in my bed before I get home tonight." He released another bubble.
"Yes, boss."
"What's keeping Alexander?" Raymond asked.
"Mr. Alex is on his way."
A frown crossed Raymond's perfectly triangular face, though it was almost invisible.
"I'm in his damn house,If he wastes one more minute of my time, I'll burn this place down."
"Including the money he owes you?" Dickson asked.
"That's an exception. The money is definitely coming home with me tonight. I might crush his head with my bare foot for making me step into his tacky mansion."
"No debtor of the Wolf Clan goes scot-free," Dickson reminded him.
"That's Raymond's motto," he grinned.
"That old man thinks inviting me here is child's play."
"It's either his head or your money."
"That's the mission," Raymond agreed lazily.
"Mr. Alex is on his way sir, Do you need anything?" a maid asked as she approached.
Raymond's hidden gaze shifted toward her.
She nearly gasped. She couldn't see his eyes, yet she felt their heat. How could a man be this handsome, this dangerously attractiveness? She found herself licking her lips, already imagining things she shouldn't.
"Do you still want her alive?" Dickson asked quietly, noticing her bold stare.
"She'd make a decent meal for my sharks. But she's too skinny… not enough flesh," Raymond replied lazily.
The maid began trembling.
"Do you value your life?" Raymond asked.
She nodded quickly.
"Then get lost. Find your employer. Bring that old man to me."
She rushed away instantly.
Raymond sighed, chewing calmly.
"I'm leaving here today with Alexander's head and my money," he said.
"And burning his house down," Dickson added.
"Mr. Raymond!" A man in his mid-fifties rushed down the stairs, fear written all over his face.
"The old young man is finally here, boss. But he lacks manners," Dickson murmured,Raymond gave a slight nod.
"Good to see you, Mr. Raymond," Alex said with a small bow.
"Nobody calls me by my name, Alexander," Raymond replied coldly. "Try it again, and after killing you, I'll hunt you in the land of the dead just to cut off that long, weak tongue of yours"
Alexander bowed deeper, trembling in fear.